Chapter 67: What does it mean?
Sophia's fingers hovered over the altar, the cool pale stone sending a shiver up her spine as the shrine's hum pulsed beneath her feet.
The morning sun broke through the thick clouds, its rays striking the massive slab directly, igniting a soft glow that mirrored the shrine's ancient walls.
Eldric's gray wool cloak billowed slightly in the breeze, his green feather earring swaying as he watched her, his wire-rimmed glasses glinting. "Touch it, Sophia," he said, his voice a whisper laced with excitement. "Or don't. Up to you. But it might… whisper back, you know? A little chat with the past, perhaps?"
Sophia shot him a deadpan look, her brows lifting as if to ask, Really?
Her lips twitched, a mix of skepticism and nerves tightening her chest. The altar loomed before her, its surface vast and smooth, etched with tiny, frantic carvings that seemed to dance under the sunlight.
